"OK, John, what do you want?" I asked. "You, of course; I already told you that. And the first step is to mark you as all mine. Tonight, I'll bring ba...k some tattooing equipment, or maybe a branding iron; for now, though, this will have to serve." With that, he pulled out a pen and started marking my breasts with indelible ink. He first wrote "Property of" on one side, and his name on the other. He continued with a few obscene phrases describing me, then rolled me over and con- tinued on my. I underestimated her. She told me that she also wad attracted to me sexually. I didn’t know how to react. She continued to assure me that it was okay and confessed that she also wanted the same.Now, before i could react to this, her crafty hand held my dick over my Bermuda. Wow that was fast. I was thrilled. She gently stroked it a few times till it went erect. My hand also reached her breast and they felt really soft and fluffy. They were awesome. I pressed them gently and she seemed to like. I started off with Eric Clapton’s ‘Wonderful Tonight.’ Beca smiled and just relaxed on my shoulder. Frank Sinatra’s ‘Fly Me to the Moon.’ Elvis Presley’s ‘Can’t Help Falling in Love.’ Ed Sheeran’s ‘Perfect.’ Michael Jackson’s ‘You Are Not Alone.’ The Carpenters’ ‘Close to You.’ Gavin James’ ‘The Book of Love.’ I had some others, but you get the idea. When I finished and turned off the recorder Beca suddenly pretended to be asleep. I set my guitar in its stand and reached over to carry her to. The rest of the girls pretty much ignored me, except when they needed a little help with their studies. Until Erin moved into the dorm in our sophomore year, I contented myself with long walks in the woods near the campus.But Erin was different. She always seemed glad to see me, and we had many long talks about everything under the sun, from our tastes in food to our philosophy and politics. While her beliefs and opinions were quite foreign to my upbringing, she never judged. We seldom agreed.